The Wave
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
From Tiedge.
Whither, thou turbid wave?
Whither, with so much haste,
As if a thief wert thou?I am the Wave of Life,
Stained with my margin's dust;
From the struggle and the strife
Of the narrow stream I fly
To the Sea's immensity,
To wash from me the slime
Of the muddy banks of Time.
Source:
Longfellow's Poetical WorksCopyright 1893
Henry Frowde, London